All Chapters of Divorce and Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Stephanie‘s POVThe sunlight filters through my window, weak and indifferent, as if it knows nothing can lift the weight crushing my chest.I smooth down my blouse, take a deep breath, and tell myself it doesn’t matter. Work is the one thing I have left, the one place I can prove my worth. I won’t let this ruin that, too. My name is top of the list for a supervisor promotion. I’ve worked my ass off for this, and I deserve it. And today is the big day.When I step into the office, the air feels strange. People glance at me, then quickly look away, whispering behind their hands.“Stephanie?” I hear someone mutter as I pass. Their tone is laced with disdain, and it makes my heart picks up speed, my stomach twisting.I shake it off. Maybe it’s just paranoia. Maybe I’m imagining it. Then I see it. “Hey!” I shout, my voice sharp enough to make heads turn.Two coworkers are standing at my desk, carelessly tossing my belongings into a cardboard box.My breath catches in my throat as I sto

Stephanie‘s POVThe taxi ride is a blur, the soft hum of the engine barely cutting through the storm in my head. My fingers slide restlessly across my phone, refreshing my emails, scrolling through apps, anything to distract myself.The thought of facing my parents fills me with bother. They’ve never cared about my life—only about what I could provide. Since marrying Vince, their demands for money have been relentless, their concern for my well-being nonexistent.My jaw tightens as I think about telling them about the divorce. How will they react? Will they rage about the lost financial pipeline, or will they simply dismiss me, as they always have?The taxi pulls up to the house I once called home. I steel myself before stepping out. My mother is seated in the living room, her lips pressed into a thin line. When she looks up at me, there’s no warmth, only the cold judgment I’ve known all my life.My father and brother didn't show up, a situation all too familiar to me. It usually mean

Stephanie‘s POVThe room feels emptier now that my father and his entourage have retreated, leaving me alone with Henry. His presence dominates the space."It's good to see you again so soon. I hope you're feeling better.""So, you already knew about the engagement the day you were in the hospital?’“My grandfather is in poor health and hopes to see me married in his lifetime,” Henry says, his deep voice reverberating through the room. “So I must honour the union as soon as possible.”He didn’t answer directly—such a cunning man. He can’t be serious? A guy like him, succumbing to family pressure..? I don’t know why he’s going along with this stupid ordeal.I meet his gaze, keeping my voice steady. “Why me?” I ask, the words sharper than I intended.Henry doesn’t flinch. Instead, he regards me with a measured calm, like he’s been expecting the question.“I need a wife. And since you owe me a favor, I hope you'll marry me.” His tone was casual, as if the matter were of no significance.

Stephanie‘s POVAs Henry guided me across the dance floor, I couldn’t help but notice the hushed murmurs and the eyes that followed our every step. It came as no surprise that arriving with an exceptionally handsome companion turned heads, yet I hadn’t anticipated just how skilled a dancer he would be. His movements were fluid, effortless, as if the music itself bent to his will. I love dancing. I always have. But I can’t recall the last time I stepped onto a dance floor. Vince never liked me in such settings; he always said it was unbecoming, too frivolous. As we moved in sync, I became acutely aware of Henry’s hand on the small of my back. His grip tightened subtly, pulling me closer with each spin. Our bodies were no longer just near each other—they were pressed together, his chest grazing mine with every shift. His warmth enveloped me, the scent of him—subtle, clean, undeniably masculine—making it hard to focus.It felt… intimate. Too intimate. My pulse quickened, not entirely f

Stephanie‘s POVThe cold night air bites at my skin as I stand outside the venue, staring at Henry with a mixture of anger and disbelief. The crowd has dispersed, and we are finally alone—well, as alone as one can be when tension hangs as thick as fog."What do you mean?" I demand, my voice sharp, each word like a blade. "I clearly rejected your marriage proposal, Henry."He doesn’t flinch. His face remains calm, though his jaw tightens ever so slightly. "Let’s not have this conversation here," he says, his voice steady but firm. "Get in the car, and I’ll take you home. We can talk about it on the way."I cross my arms over my chest, my feet planted firmly on the ground. "I’m not going anywhere with you."Henry exhales, his hands slipping into his pockets, his demeanor deceptively relaxed. "Fine," he concedes. "I know the announcement was sudden, but some things need to be said in advance. I apologize if it caught you off guard.""Apologize?" I almost shout, my voice cracking under th